TO THOSE WHO WANTED TO BE IN THE STORY: I think I got y'all. If I forgot any of you, I'm so, so sorry. Write a review and tell me again.
Where have I been? Eh, exams and the teachers decide "Hell, instead of shortening the test, let's give the kids more tests NOW so we can get everything on the exam!" Also, I hate my religion teacher. I do. I really, really do. He thinks we're all idiots. I've been writing a paper on Jesus that is completely and totally faked. I'm pretending I care, and it sounds like I care, but I don't. Oh, and I've been writing other stuff too.
(Pokémon Speech) Because, hell, I'm not typing a string of "Pika pi pika pika chu chu pika a pika chu pik pika!" and then translating it because that's freaking boring for YOU, not to mention the poor AUTHOR who has to write the damned thing.
Chapter 11
So, the real question was, did he really betray her? Truthfully, there was no way to tell. She had to make the choice, and that was the most logical one. Of course it was. She knew it was. She was using her brain, just like she was supposed to. Whenever she used her emotions, well, things always went wrong, didn't they? Like when she got made and slammed Cindy's fingers in the door. The teacher probably wouldn't have been so mad if she hadn't been holding the struggling girl still while she held the door closed. Still, that jut proved all the more that she was completely irrational without restraining her emotions.
Well, she mused to herself, letting her fingers dance right beyond the flames of a flickering candle. He didn't help me with that at all. He got me wound up and cooled down and all that kind of stuff without even trying. There was that other feeling too, that strange one.
She turned her attention back to the candle. The fire was yellow, not red. People always thought of fire as red, but it wasn't. Just like her hair was orange, not red at all. Well, it used to be. Her parents were dead, and she was in mourning. Her orange hair was now black, streaked with green. Black gloves she usually wore in the winter now had the fingers chopped off in a fashionable style. Her shirt was black, her pants were black, and the sickly, toxic green eyeshadow and lipstick she wore really did make her quite a disturbing sight for a seven and three quarter year old. She supposed filing her nails into points and painting them striped black and green weren't really helping the innocent little girl look either.
Kay Kay delicately dropped a finger into the melted wax and pulled it out, letting it harden. It didn't really hurt. Violet liked to do it all the time. At times, she thought that Violet liked fire better than water types. Fire types. Stupid fire. It was so symbolic to everyone, everyone thought it was so cool. It was the symbol of anger. That was something she had a problem with. Her temper was just a tad out of control. Just a tad. She sighed, now she was lying to herself. She began to scratch the wax off her finger absently. Violet did that too. Whenever Kay Kay did it, she called her a mimicking meowth.
What else was fire symbolic of? Her face began to flush. Oh, right, love. Her mind flicked back to Ash. But…it wasn't the Ash she'd been staying with for the past few days. It was an older version of him. She was all tingly. It was so strange. She knew a lot of boys. She didn't…like any of them though. The thought of him and her like they were now was disgusting, it made her stomach turn. Two kids their age, kissing? That was gross. Sure, her sisters did, but her sisters did lots of things she wasn't planning on doing. Things such as having sex and getting pregnant. That wasn't on her to do list. It was kind of funny though, when did Daisy get pregnant? How'd it happen that fast?
She shook out of her thoughts and focused on the fire again. Oh, Mew, love. The thought made her lightheaded and dizzy. An older version of herself and Ash, holding hands and walking down a country lane entered her mind and played havoc on her body. She closed her eyes and took deep, slow breaths. That was a big fire in her. She needed to control those kinds of fires. She was a Waterflower, heavens only knew what she would do if she ever listened to it. But…that supposed blood running hot through her veins. Would she be able to fight the, at the risk of sound cliché, fires of love and ignore that image all together, or was she going to try and get Ash back?
She glared furiously at the fire. She'd be fine. She wasn't like her sisters. She was different. She loved water. They were fire, emotional stupid teenage girls. She was water. She knew how to keep herself calm if need be. She knew how to control herself. She licked a finger and extinguished the flame easily. There went the overused synonym. (A/N: I gotta helluva lotta use outta that. I used three real words in that sentence, yet you understood me. Frightening, no?) At least she was at rest knowing that water always had the upper hand over fire. Type trumping. That was easy. She began mouthing the type trumps she knew. Ground over electric and fire over grass…
She didn't look up at the sound of footsteps behind her. There was a trip, then the sound of heels on hardwood floors continued, a bit unsteadily and slower than before. A hand rested on her shoulder, Kay Kay smiled. "I guess you haven't quite gotten the hang of those heels yet? I'm telling you, you don't have to borrow my sister's clothes. I'll wish for some in your size. Heels are really hard to walk in, especially if you're just learning how to walk. That's why toddlers don't wear them…that often."
"I know you could, but these clothes are…" She had a sharp, firm voice, a bit low, very authoritative. The woman trailed off and sat down across from Kay Kay. She was surprisingly innocent looking for her voice. She had a slightly rounded face with big, deep green eyes. Her dirty blonde (closer to brown than anything) colored hair was cropped short to her chin, giving her an almost boyish appearance, that. She was freckled with light red lips. She wasn't gorgeous by any means, but she wasn't displeasing to look at either. The only unsettling thing for Kay Kay was that the woman before her could not have been older than fifteen. "They're so…I don't know. They're so touchable. Nothing really seems touchable in here." She ran her hands along the velvet half jacket she was wearing. "I've never felt this stuff before. Hey, what's it called?"
"Velvet," Kay Kay smiled. "It's soft, isn't it? Well, Unown A? Have you decided on a name or are you just going to go by that?"
"I don't know what to call myself," she murmured. "I've never done anything like this before. No one has ever let me do anything like this. It's exciting, don't you think? I guess, you wouldn't think. You've always been human. It's so nice to have hands though," she smiled and picked up a candle, turning it in her hands. She dropped it, jumping at the sound it made when it hit the table. The wax poured out.
"It'll be nice if you learn to use them," Kay Kay giggled. "You really can't think of a human name? There's lots of pretty ones. Hey, we can even go on a naming website and give you one with a meaning. But then you might be a Mary Sue," she laughed harder.
"What's a Mary Sue?" Unown A asked, a finger coming up and twirling in her hair. She looked at it in surprise. That was an interesting habit. She wondered how that had started. Kay Kay was explaining, but she wasn't really paying attention. In truth, she was much more preoccupied with touching her coat. Kay Kay had finished explaining, but wasn't looking at her with a question. Maybe she'd figured out that she wasn't paying attention. "Do you have any name ideas?" She inquired.
She smiled, "I like the name Danny. You look like a Danny. It's kind of a tomboyish name, but it's nice. Your real name could be Danielle if you like. You really do look like a Danny though. I don't think you're dressed right, either."
"Danny," she said reflectively. "I like that name. It's Hebrew. My father was in his prime when humans were speaking Hebrew." She stared at Kay Kay for a moment. "Why don't you think I'm dressed right? Don't I look pretty?"
Kay Kay assured her, "Oh, you look fine. But you're pretty active. You've haven't been still since you got in that body, and I doubt you will be anytime soon. If you're going to keep running around like that, you're going to need something other than heels. Sneakers would probably be best for you. You should get some comfortable clothes too, instead of that skirt and blouse. A T-shirt and some jeans would be good for you."
"Really? Jeans? Are they comfortable? You seem to like jeans shorts a lot," she grinned. Inwardly, she smacked her forehead. She sounded so insecure! Normally, that'd be fantastic, except for the fact that she was actually feeling insecure. This stupid human body was going to be the death of her. Human emotions were so much harder to block. They were so emotion driven. Ugh, disgusting. Not to mention the fact that this was the only one she seemed to be able to get. She had actually been trying for a male body. It looked more commanding. From what Kay Kay said, her father was a much more dominating figure in her life than her mother.
However, Kay Kay hadn't been able to change the way she appeared either. They had tried for a long time. Kay Kay wished over and over and over but nothing had happened. If there was any form 'Danny' could have chosen from, this would most certainly not be it. All she needed was for the girl to look at her like she was one of her sister. Not to mention the fact that everything about this felt awkward. She was gawky and tripped a lot, like she hadn't filled out yet. In fact, she hadn't filled out yet. She could barely manage to fit into a training bra, and, really, she could've gone without one and no one would have noticed. The weirdest thing of all was the fact that she had suddenly understood what it felt like to be naked. Pokémon didn't wear clothes. Pokémon were born with fur to keep them safe and warm. Humans, on the other had, were forced to live without.
"Jeans and a T-shirt," Kay Kay agreed. She gestured to the clothes Danny now had on. She smiled and picked the other clothes up from the floor, folding them neatly. "Oh, don't mind that. My sisters don't fit into those and I'm definitely not going to wear them. Just throw them out. You know where the trashcan is. Keep the heels though, my sisters still fit into those. They've got really small feet."
Danny nodded mutely and took the clothes down the hall to the trash. She dropped them all in, then paused. Instead of walking back, she dropped her hand down into the trash and pulled out the velvet. Danny tore a strip off and tucked it in her pocket, creating a velvet lining. She fingered it and smiled a bit as the strange feelings became a bit hazy at the soothing feel under her hands. She would keep it.
…For research purposes, of course.
The Day Before
Ash was braiding May's hair. Not in cornrows, like he had done with his divorcee, his ex. That's what he called her now. His Ex. It was almost comical, yet somehow not. He was such a serious kid now. Ever since she'd left him for Unown A he hadn't smiled. Not even a flicker of a grin. Sure, it was only one day since the incident occurred, but Ash never, ever, not smiled. He always had a huge grin stuck on his face. Now, he had gone through the entire day as if he was being tortured. "Anything wrong, Ash? You've been so quiet ever since…are you upset you were dumped Ash? It's okay, it's not the first time it's happened" she smiled.
"What do you mean it's not the first time?" Ash asked.
"Well, when you were a teenager," May said simply. "Misty ditched you for Unown A then, and now Kay Kay's ditching you for Unown A. It's almost like an endless cycle. Wouldn't that suck, if you were stuck in an endless paradox where you just kept getting rejected?" She laughed lightly, then stopped when he quit running his fingers through her hair. "Oh, Ash, I'm sorry. I was only joking, I swear. Oh, dang. Don't cry."
Ash's eyes brimmed with tears. "I'm not going to cry. What kind of baby do you think I am? Why would you even think I liked my Ex? She was stupid. She was ugly too. I didn't like her much anyway. I hate her! She hates me too! I don't know why we'd even want to get married since we hate each other so much. She was a butthead. I bet that's why nobody likes her. You didn't like her either, did you? No. I bet not. Nobody likes her! I don't either, so stop asking!" He ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him, leaving May with her hair half braided and an easily excitable Drew.
"You know," Drew grinned. "Since Ash is gone, maybe we could…" He stood and crossed the room to her slowly, attempting (and succeeding) to be seductive. He leaned in close, about to kiss her, when Ash stuck his head back in.
"And don't come after me either!" he stopped and blinked. "Hey, what are you two doing? Are you kissing?" He smirked. "Ooh, look at the teenagers. They're gonna make out." He began a pitiful imitation of May's voice. "Oh, Drew, you're so manly. Please make out with me! Please!"
"Ash, get out!" May screamed, feeling like she could've substituted her brother's name. "This is being kid time, would you get freaking out of here! Drew and I are having an adult conversation! Go watch TV or something!"
"I don't wanna!" He snapped. He paled. "What if I run into my Ex? I don't want to see her! She might hurt me! Or worse, she might want to kiss and make up or something! I don't want to kiss a girl! I'm too young for that stuff!" Drew sighed regretfully and kissed her nose again. Kids, they had to take away all of his romantic moments and schemes. He gave her hand a light squeeze and strode off after Ash.
"No, Drew," she whined. "Really, I want to talk to you. Ash will be fine by himself, don't you think? It's all over. Can't we just let what's going to happen, happen? He's going to get away from us eventually. Let it be sooner rather than later."
"If something happens, I'd like to be there to know what's going on when we're banished to our own personal hell. I'll be there to explain what's going on for you," he grinned. "In our own personal hell, with no one else around to interrupt."
"Please, if it's our own personal hell than we're going to be interrupted every two seconds," she groaned. He walked out, she glared. "We're probably dead and in hell. Yeah, that's it. And we're never getting out. I should just tackle him and start making out. Who cares if someone interrupts?" She wanted her first kiss. She wanted it to be from that green haired boy and she wanted it now. This was really starting to get on her nerves.
Well, he wasn't going to get away with it. She leaped out the door, following far enough behind so they wouldn't see her. They went to the living room and turned on the TV. May waited outside, and was the only one who saw Kay Kay and Unown A enter the room.
She didn't say a word.
She was a horrible, selfish dirty person. She saw the fight coming, Mew, she had seen it. She could've yanked them out before they came through the other door. She could've pulled out Ash and left Drew in with the TV, letting him to make up an excuse to fix everything. It would've been so easy. It would've been the right thing to do. Ash and Misty's relationship would've been fixed. They would've been happy again. Maybe they could've convinced them that they really were teenagers. Maybe they could've gotten Unown A away long enough to get that fiery red head that had lost her Togepi all that time ago.
She didn't want to. She kept silent and watched. Even when she saw the pure look of rage cross the small girl's face, even when she saw that cruel look on Unown A that was unmistakably her 'my evil plot is working' look, even when she saw Ash get a look of horror, she watched. It would've been easy to stop it. It was easier to let it happen. It would've been the right thing to save them all. It felt better to know that she might have Drew all to herself by the time this was over. She felt wicked, evil. She didn't care. For once in her life, she'd do something wrong, she'd walk on the wild side. So long to sweet, innocent May. Drew's red rose was turning black. May grinned. Black roses, she had heard, were very attractive.
And on the other side of the door, the scene was unfolding. "You're still here?" Kay Kay growled. "Ho-Oh, don't you know when to leave? Here's a hint for you: get out of my house!" She jerked towards him threateningly, sending him scrambling backwards and away from her.
"I'm sorry but-"
"But nothing! It's my house, Ash! If I want you out of this house, you're not only going to get out, you're going to get out of the gym, get off of my property, and run out of Cerulean City with you tail between your legs like a beaten puppy!" She snatched at his collar and twisted it, giving him a shake. "Why didn't you leave? Did you think I wouldn't notice you were here? How stupid do you think I am, huh?"
"I don't think you're-"
"That was a rhetorical question, you idiot! Don't you even think of talking to me!" She tossed him down to the floor. "Now, tell me. Why didn't you get out of my house? Of all the possible things you could do to me, why wouldn't you get out?!"
"Because-"
"I just told you not to talk to me. I don't want you to talk to me! I don't want to make this better. I want to scream at you until you break down crying! That's what I do. I'm a mean girl!" She stepped on his back and pushed down.
"Yeah, and nobody likes you," Ash spat. He rolled and watched her fall. Unown A and Drew watched, not wanting to intervene. Either of the two getting in the way could mess it up for one of them. It was best to sit and watch. Ash punched her arm as hard as he could, silently hoping it would bruise. "You're a bad person, Kay Kay. You don't trust anyone! That's why no boy is ever going to like you. That's why everyone hates you!" he shouted. He punched her again and she curled up in a ball, fighting tears. Her shoulder didn't hurt, not really, but he really knew how to get to her. "Nobody likes you at all! I bet your parents left you because they hate you too! That's why we haven't seen Lily or Violet or your mom or dad! Everyone just wants you to die! I hate you!"
"Go f--- yourself," she snarled coolly. "I hate you too." She pushed herself up and glared at him, her eyes were red with unshed tears, and her voice shook, but she looked ready to kill him. "She was right. You never cared. All you wanted was to get to her," She coughed, more to stop herself from crying than to clear her throat. "You get out, Ketchum. You get up, and never come back. I don't want you here." She looked back at him. "Just so you know, Ash, I never liked you either."
"Great, I was afraid you actually thought I cared," he said, surprising even himself at the calm tone he said it in. Like he was stating a fact. There was almost a touch of pity in his voice, so condenscending. It was as if she really was just a pawn in some elaborate game he was playing.
"Get out!" She screamed, starting to cry. She grabbed a vase and threw it at him, it shattered at his feet, but a loose shard managed to find its way up and cut the back of his hand. He began to cry as well, and clutched the hand to his chest. "F--- all of you!" She shouted wildly. "Ugh! I wish…I wish they were gone! Throw them away with my sisters! Throw Daisy away with them too! Every Mewdamned one of them! Throw them in the dungeon and swallow the key. Dirty, disgusting double crossers. I hope all of them rot in hell! I hope you f---ing die!" She glared at Ash again. "And just to let you know, my parents didn't leave me. They died. They're dead and gone. What I just told you was the same thing my big sisters screamed at the guy who did it," Her voice lowered to a dark whisper. "I hope you f---ing die."
Kay Kay? Unown A said, her voice actually a bit frightened. Kay Kay glared up at her.
"Get them out of my sight! I don't care what you do! Drive stakes through their hearts! As long as they're away from me, I don't care what you do with them. After all," she snarled. "They never really cared for me anyway." And with that, she ran from the room to hide in the pool and try her best to forget what happened.
Well, you heard the girl, Unown A smiled. But, boys, look on the bright side. At least you're going to see all your pokémon again. Fun, right? You'll get to see Pikachu and Roselia and you'll get to see Brock and your Mom and Kay Kay's sisters. I suppose I forgot to mention that Kay Kay's been locking up gym leaders all morning. Sad, isn't it? You're certainly damned in that respect. Hey, at least you won't be alone until you die. That'd be pretty boring, wouldn't it?
"What's going to happen to May?" Drew asked nervously. May smiled a bit. Well, at least the boy cared. "Are you going to leave her here, or end her with us? She won't tell anyone. If I ask her to keep quiet, she won't say a word. You could let her go."
May's breath caught. No. She didn't want to leave. She didn't want to be there when the world went to hell. She wanted to be in a safe padded cell underground, maybe even making out with Drew while Ash and the others…vanished…somewhere. Listen, kid, don't bother bargaining for anyone's freedom. I'm an evil for no good reason bad guy, got it? You can't turn me to nice. You're going to have some time with May. That's a good thing, isn't it?
"You're sending us to hell," Drew snarled. He glanced at Ash. "I'd apologize for swearing, but I think Kay Kay already ruined your innocence in that category, and probably a few others as well. Ash, just…don't repeat anything you've heard today."
"Alright, I won't," Ash agreed solemnly. He looked up at Unown A. "I don't wanna go to hell. I didn't even do anything wrong, you did!"
Don't worry, Sweetheart, Unown A purred. You're not going anywhere like hell. What's set up downstairs is like a little slice of paradise for you. Kay Kay wants all her guests happy. Besides, if she ends up killing someone the childish innocent is gone. That's just going to ruin everything. She sighed drearily. Drew looked at her questioningly. The sole reason we go for children is that their imaginations are much wilder. They create easier than adults do. That's why you have such a problem getting anything you wish for, Drew.
"I see," he nodded. "But what about-"
Very clever, boy, she chuckled. You're not getting away with this that easy. You're going to that little cage I have set up downstairs. Now, I'll let Ash do the honors. Count to ten and close your eyes. When you open them, you'll be in a better place.
"Oh my goodness," he said, his eyes widening. "You're going to kill us."
No, kid, I'm not going to kill you. Just count to ten and keep your eyes closed.
"It's always a countdown from ten when the heroes die in the cartoons," Ash whispered. "I'll die. Can't I count to three?" Unown A groaned, but agreed.
"1," he said, letting his eyes close. May and Drew did the same. "2," he swallowed. He hugged himself tightly, afraid to say the last number. "And…and three," he said. A hot, almost refreshing wind blew over him. The scent of a sea breeze drifted to their noses. Ash curled his hands into the substance beneath him. Sand. "A beach," he whispered. Ash let his eyes open to the sights in front of him. It was a beach all right. A jungle type forest stretched back to his left, the deep blue ocean to his right. Surprisingly, Unown A had told the truth. There were lots of other people on the beach. All of them were jumping up and down on the beach to some kind of mega speakers.
" 'Haters wanna be me, Soulja Boy, I'm the man! They be lookin' at my neck, sayin' it's the rubberband man! Watch me do it! Dance! Let get to it! Nope, you can't do it like me, hoe, so don't do it like me. Folk, I see you tryna do it like me. Man, that shit was ugly.' " The song ended, and to their surprise, the crowd protested, making the song play again.
"Hey Soulja Boy," May giggled. Drew glanced at her, surprised. "What, I can't listen to rap? How socially inept do you think I am? Everyone knows Soulja Boy. Most people can do that dance. It's not that hard," she shrugged. "They really should have the edited version playing. There's little kids here!"
"There's a lot of little kids in here," Came a voice behind them. They leaped and turned to see a girl with purple hair, purple eyes, who happens to be the author's self inert so she can introduce all the OC's in here. You don't care what she looks like. She's got a side braid, jeans, and a t-shirt. There. Now you know and you still don't care. "They mostly come from the Pewter Gym. So, who the hell are y'all? You look kinda familiar."
"It's probably me," Drew smirked. He walked over to her cockily and swiped the hair out of his face. "I'm a top coordinator. One of the best in the world. Maybe you've heard of May. She's nowhere near my ability but some reporters have mistaken her as a potential interest for a news story. Like anyone would really care, but, you know how they are," he smirked her way while May huffed in the background.
"You're hot but I can't date until I'm sixteen so…" she shrugged. "Well, sorry about that. I really don't care about you. I was only asking because I'm the welcoming committee. The evil kid told me they wanted someone to taste Brock's food. So I raise my hand and bam, I have to talk to people, and, really, people suck. Let me give you a quick overview. Everyone who is in here is either a gym leader or inside a gym about three hours ago with the exception of the Waterflower sisters and a whole lotta pokémon."
(Ash!) Pikachu said excitedly. She skidded on the sand and froze in front of him. (Holy Raiku on a cracker! What happened to you, Ash? You look different.) She leaned up into his face and pulled back again. (Ash?)
"Hey! That's that Ash kid that Misty traveled around with! Hey, Ash! It's Ash Ketchum from Pallet Town!" Lily waved. Her words slurred and she stumbled a bit when she walked. "Woah, I've had way too much of that stuff. What am I drinking anyway?" She took a swig. "I think it's beer."
"Is she old enough to drink?" Ash asked Drew curiously. Drew waved him off impatiently, and Ash turned to Pikachu. "So, do I know you? You seem to know me really well, little buddy." He scratched her ears and she leaned into his touch. Yeah, it was Ash. He always got that special spot.
"So everyone's a gym leader?" May asked.
"Er, mostly," Natty shrugged. "There's a few kids my age. Uh, three of them, actually. We were coming to this author's club in Sootopolis City or something. Is that one even in Hoenn? Are we in Hoenn? Where the hell am I and where was I going today? Oh, crap, was it even today? Why can't I remember any of this freaking…" She trailed off and shook her head. "Anywho, I'll point them out for you."
"What about all the other people in here? There's a lot of kids," May asked.
"Oh, them? That's because of all the Gym Leaders' kin. Their kids and siblings, I mean. We all have a few kids we're supposed to watch. I got the demon one. They said I was a good match for his personality. Pft, he's going to annoy the hell outta all y'all," She crossed her arms and began to point out people.
(A/N: SUPER READER) "Okay, the girls first. Um, that's Lidia over there, she that one that you can see over everyone else. She's tall. I wish I was taller, but you don't care about that. Er, anyway. It's that one. Blonde, blue eyes, the one in the tomboy kind of clothes, do you see her? She seems to hate skirts and dresses, that's cool. I hate 'em too. But you don't give a damn about me. Anyways, she's our peace maker around here. Sometimes the drunks start fighting and she pulls them apart. She's usually calm. She's only lost her temper once since she's been here, and she should've lost it a lot more than that."
(A/N: Cosmotastic. You didn't leave me a name, tell me if this isn't okay with you, I'll change it) "That one over there is another…tall…girl…" she trailed off and grit her teeth. "It's fine with me though, I can ride the amusement park rides and that's all that matters. I don't need to be tall. She's fifteen. I think. Everyone in here is either older than me or way younger than me. She's the brunette over there. Hey, we've got a blonde, a brunette, and a purple haired girl, it's like I'm about to tell a blonde joke. Yeah, well, she's…Scottish, she said? Yeah, Scottish. She's got braces too. I don't know how we're going to get those tightened. Then again, it's probably a blessing," she giggled. "Her name's Cosmo."
(A/N: EVAN AAML) "Okay, the boy's name is…uh," she tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I think it's Erin or something like that. He's standing right next to the other two I pointed out. See him? He's the only boy in that area. You can chat with him if you'd like. You're a guy and he's a guy so you'd probably get along pretty well. He's a nice kid. You're a jerk, so maybe you wouldn't get along. Maybe you'd like Gary."
"You'd like Gary," said a small kid. Dark skinned, squinty eyes, black spiky hair all combined for a perfect imitation of a little Brock. "You're in love with him! But he thinks you're an ugly fatty! You're a fatty! You're a fatty!" he taunted.
Natty sighed and blew the hair out of her face. "This is the antichrist. You'll grow to know and hate him so, so very much. He's one of Brock's siblings. So far, he's gotten me in trouble for thirty six incidents. We've only been here for five hours. That's not even a single school day!" She twisted his ear and pushed him in front of Ash. "Look, it's another kid your age. Why don't you play with him, Brian? You can annoy kids your age."
"But it's so much easier to annoy big kids," he grinned. "You're a fatty fatty two by four, did you know that? You should stop eating because you're so fat!" He shouted. She rolled her eyes and clenched and unclenched her fists. "Ooh, you getting mad?"
"You're not fat," May started consolingly.
"It's that exactly. He calls somebody something they're not. Like, he calls Cosmo Short Stop because she's really tall. It's just those kinds of things that get on your nerves. It's possible he'll call May a tomboy since she's obviously more on the girly girl side."
"How can you tell that?"
"It's the fanny pack that alerted me," She deadpanned. "Not the makeup or the high pitched voice at all, no. Well, I guess I should explain how this place works. We're on our own little planet. It's a one mile radius. Run in any direction for one mile and you'll end up going full circle. If you start by the speakers and run one mile to the left, you'll be one mile away from the speakers on the right. We've all tried every direction. We're stuck here."
"Okay, we're starting to get used to being trapped," Drew sighed. "We keep getting locked up. First in the Cerulean gym, now we're stuck in this freaky place. At least this is pretty nice, way nicer than where we were trapped before. Are you listening?" He glared at the girl who was finding her nails amazingly interesting. "Hello! I'm talking to you!"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, right. I don't give a damn about anything you have to say. I'm sorry if for some reason I made you think I did. Anyway, this place was made to be a paradise. It'll feed you, give you a bedroom, private showers, anything you need. Ask and you shall receive, or something like that," she waved them off. "It's basically party all you want, do whatever you want. Just sit back, relax, and if you really want to you can waste your time trying to get out of here."
"There's nothing we can do here either!" May shouted, horrified. "I can't believe this! No matter what we do we end up locked away! We're like lab rats that never get the cheese. I want to be alone for a while. Is there anything else we need to know? Is there some jerk around here that we need to avoid or is that all?"
"That should be it," Natty shrugged. "If you're looking for peace and quiet, that's one thing we can't give you. Maybe if you keep your head underwater for a while but that's not going to be too helpful. You could probably imagine a sound proof box up."
"What do you mean? Imagine a box up?"
"I mean anything you imagine is here is bound to come into being. Say I want a dark chocolate bar," she said, holding out her hand. The air around it glowed and swirled, forming a dark chocolate bar in her hand. "All I have to do is use the power of imagination. You've got the same thing here. Everyone can do that if they want to. You can even make your own areas. It'd probably be better to have the other three explain that to you. They seem to do that a lot more than I do."
"I don't need to," May sighed. She closed her eyes and concentrated, opening them to an innertube in her hands and a red one piece bathing suit on her torso. "This is good enough for now. I'm just going to relax for a while in the ocean. I'll try and find a good spot to rest, maybe I can get far enough to not hear the music."
"Good idea," Natty agreed. "Drew, you'll probably get bored, I recommend hanging out with Erin and the others."
"You know that's not his real name," Brian smiled.
"Shh, Brian. You'll ruin all my fun, you fatty!" She snapped. "Ash and Brian can hang out together, and you can go do whatever you wish. I'm good with kids. I can watch them for you. I swear they won't be dead by the time you get back, only slightly banged up."
"Drew, don't leave me alone with her," Ash whispered. "She's really, really scary. Brian told me she beats children with whips! He said she hated boys with black hair and brown eyes and with names that are also names of trees! Guess what? Ash is the name of a tree! Brian just told me! She's going to take out a whip and beat me with it, don't leave me!" Ash clung to Drew's legs desperately, whimpering and shutting his eyes tight.
"Brian's a dirty rotten liar and the antichrist, hon," Natty rolled her eyes. "You have to ignore him or he'll be the end of civilization as we know it. I'll take care of everything, Drew, just ignore the kid. You're girlfriend's relaxing, why aren't you?"
"May and I are not a couple," Drew blushed. "I don't know how you go that impression in only a few seconds but, trust me, it is most definitely a lie." Natty began to giggle. "What's so funny? Do you think I'm lying?"
"No, it's the boys behind you that do," she said, laughing even louder when Drew turned around to see the two little boys pretending to makeout with themselves behind his back. He shouted and stormed off to the other inserts, which you may or may not care about depending on who you are, but, believe me, said OC's are very important to said story, hoping to get away from the never ending torment. "Alright, boys, cut it out."
"Why? You can't do anything to me!" Ash shouted. Natty promptly smacked him across the back of the head. "Ow! Why'd you hit me? You're going to get in trouble for that! I'll tell my mom, I swear I will!"
"Number one, your mother isn't here," Natty said firmly. "Number two, with the intelligence you're displaying I'm sure your mother hit you much, much harder than I ever did. Wait, you're from Pallet, aren't you? That's what that drunk girl said earlier! You're from Pallet!"
"Yeah, so?" Ash asked. "What's that got to do with the price of peas in pokemopolis?"
"I think you may have more family here than previously thought," she grabbed the boys hands. "Come on, kiddos, let's see if we can find Ash Ketchum a mommy. While we're at it, we can try and convince your mommy to take you back."
"Hey, you chose me instead of five of my siblings. One me, or five calm older kids. Don't you think you made the right choice, ba-boice, ka-doice, ma-moice," he began to rhyme with many random words, Natty began to moan.
"Sweet Mew, no, I definitely did not."
"I'm confused," Drew sighed. "So you're name isn't Erin, it's Evan?"
"Yeah, it's Evan," Evan nodded. "I don't know who told you it was Erin."
"The purple haired girl, Natty. She said that…oh, forget it. Could you guys tell me where I could find some source of entertainment around here? I'm not really in a dancing mood today. Not that I'd ever be caught dead dancing to this junk," he added thoughtfully in a low tone.
"Just imagine it," Cosmo rolled her eyes. "Didn't Natty tell you? That's part of her job. Hey, who was that girl you were with earlier?" She began excitedly, her eyes lighting up. "I read in Coordinators Monthly that you and May have something going on. You guys are my favorite celebrities. I've seen a lot of hints of you two being something more than friends on the entertainment channel and a few times in real life."
"Why does everyone care so much about me and May! We're not a couple! Could you leave us alone?"
"May and I," Lidia corrected with a condescending smirk. "You're protesting a lot for someone who doesn't care about a girl. It sounds like somebody's in denial." The three of them grinned as Drew continued to blush at the accusation.
"Could somebody just help me get a magazine around here?" Drew growled.
"Just imagine it," Evan accented. "We're serious, Drew. If you want it it'll happen."
"I'm sorry, but I'm a bit lacking in the imagination department," Drew muttered. "I've never really been the kind of kid who imagines things that couldn't possibly happen. I'm a realist. I can't just think about a chocolate bar being there and have it appear. I need to have a chocolate bar be there."
"Does Natty use anything for examples other than chocolate bars?" Evan mused. "You're the sixth group who's already asked us about that. Just between us guys, is there anything going on between you an May? We could get away from the girls and-"
"NO!" Drew snapped. "Is this really a good time to be discussing this? How about we talk about May and I later when I've finally settled into being trapped in a whole new area? Could somebody please just imagine a magazine for me?"
"You're taking all the fun out of it!" Cosmo complained. "I'm one of the biggest contestshippers in all of my region! All of us are contestshippers, actually. We think you two would make the cutest couple. It's so much more fun to talk about that than have you run away with a magazine!"
"So, you're a fan of mine?" Drew grinned, flipping his hair.
"We're a fan of you and May together," Lidia corrected. "There's a big difference between the two. We're not one of your fangirls, though you seem to have a lot from what I've read."
Drew scowled and shoved his hands in his pockets, really starting to get fed up with this whole incident. "Listen, I need some kind of entertainment. If you could help me with anything, that'd be great, really, a book, or maybe even a laptop with internet service. If you could imagine," he snorted the word in obvious disbelief, "that for me. That'd be great. I'm getting sick of all this dancing around the topic."
"What do you mean? We're dead serious! Use your imagination."
"I can't! I've told you this a million times already! I don't understand how this imagination crap works! I've never been a visionary, I never will! The best I can do is come up with coordinating routines! Get me something to do before I call out…" Drew trailed off. His hand was clutched on something. He looked down and swallowed. "Roselia?" He blinked, pulling out the pokéball from his belt. He studied it carefully. "But…the pokémon were stolen."
"Well, not anymore," Evan said cheerfully. "No one around here has lost any of their pokémon."
"I've got to tell May!" Drew gasped. "I'd tell Ash, but, well, he's…oh! Why am I explaining this to you? I barely even know you! I'm talking out loud more than a hero in a bad show! Did I just make a metaphor?" He gasped. "What the hell is going on around here?" And with that precious (and oh so original) statement, he was gone off to fin May.
"Should we tell him that it's probably because of the magic floating around here that's turning him into a stereotype and that if he keeps all his thoughts bottled up inside his head the world around him is going to start reacting to hi emotions?" Lidia asked calmly. The other two thought for a moment, really considering the option, then shrugged.
"Nah," Evan shook his head. "He'll figure it out for himself."
And with that, my darling reviewers, I leave you for another day. You might see a horror fiction up by me soon, I was recently struck with a brilliant idea for one. Also, could you check out my profile and PM me a summary for a story I'm planning on writing? I can't figure out how to make it short enough. If you could, that'd be simply fantastic.
